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THE MISER OF RAVELOE 



A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS 



Dramatized from Eliot's "Silas Marner " 

BY 

The Class of 1909 
CAIRO (ILLINOIS) HIGH SCHOOL 



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Copyright 1911 by 
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Second edition, to which the old Ehglish carols have been added, and some mine 
changes made. It is perhaps worthy of note that the first edition was exhauste 
within less than two years' time, the play having been successfully presented i 
that short period by a large number of high schools, including several of thos 
of the city of Chicago. 



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FOREWORD 

The play "The Miser of Eaveloe" is based upon George Eliot's 
"Silas Marner," and is an attempt to represent in dramatic form a 
few of the most striking incidents of that novel. 

This play was planned and for the most part written by mem- 
bers of the Second Year Class of the Cairo (Illinois) High School, 
to supplement their study of the novel. It was staged, costumed, 
and played by the class for their regular rhetorical exercises^. The 
costumes were home-made, the stage furniture manufactured by the 
manual training class after school hours. The play requires from 
one hour and forty-five minutes to two hours for presentation. If 
the pantomime in Act II is prolonged, or if the songs in Act III are 
encored, the maximum time is required. 

There is an increasing effort in high schools (and in grammar 
schools also) to make the Friday afternoon literary exercises corellate 
with and grow out of the actual work of the school. There is also 
a demand for short plays suitable for such occasions. Children are 
born actors, and take more readily to the play than to any other 
form of literary expression. 

In this play the atmosphere of the novel has been kept as far as 
possible, most of the dialogue except that in the third act being 
taken verbatim from the book. In acting his part, each pupil was 
obliged to study his "Silas Marner" very carefully, in order to inter- 
pret his particular character truthfully. A great many directions 
concerning stage "business" have been omitted from the play, in 
order that the actors may be unhampered in presenting the situa- 
tions. A list of stage properties also has been omitted, as these were 
of the simplest and most obvious character. 

It is hoped that what has been of service to one high school, in its 
effort to interpret dramatically one of its classics, may be of benefit 
to others. 

The Class op 1909 
Margaret Wilson 
Cairo High School Teacher of English 



DRAMATIS PERSONAGE 

Squire Cass, master at the Red House 
Dr. Kimble, the village doctor 
Mr. Crackenthorp, the rector 
Mr. Lammeter, a rich farmer 

^'"''^^''^'Isons of the Squire 
DunstanJ ^ 

Silas Marner, a weaver 

Mr. Snell, landlord of the Rainhow Inn 

Mr. Macey, clerk of the parish 

Mr. Tookey, deputy clerk 

Ben Winthrop, a wheelwright 

Jem Eodney, a mole-catcher 

Solomon, a fiddler 

Aaron, Ben Winthrop's son 

The Farrier 

The Butcher 

Mrs. Kimble, the Squire's sister and the doctor's wife 

Mrs. Osgood, aunt of the Lammeter sisters 

Mrs. Crackenthorp, wife of the rector 

^'^^^^^^^'\ daughters of Mr. Lammeter 

First Miss Gunn, \^^g wine-merchant's daughters from Lytherly 

Second Miss Gunn, J a i u j 

Miss Ladbrook of the Old Pastures 

Dolly Winthrop, the wheelwright's wife 

Eppie, daughter of Godfrey Cass and Molly Farren, adopted by 

Silas Marner 
Housekeeper at the Red House 

SCENE : The village of Raveloe, at the Red House and in Silas 
Marner's cottage ' * 

COSTUMES : English of the beginning of the nineteenth century 



THE MISER OF RAVELOE 

ACT I 

SCENE : Dining-room at the Red House. Housekeeper dusting 
chairs and arranging table. 

Housekeeper: These be the laziest people, here! What I think 
about it is that this house is goin' to the dogs. 
[Enter Dolly Winthrop.] 

Dolly: Good-mornin', ma'am. 

Housekeeper : Good-mornin', Mrs. Winthrop, and how are all the 
folks at the village ? I s'pose, now, you've got all your bakin' done 
a'ready, and your house as clean as anything. 

Dolly [talnng a chair] : Yes, it's a sight o' bakin' that's got to be 
done. Men's stomichs is made so comical; they want a change, 
they do — I know. Lord help 'em ! [Sighs.] 

Housekeeper : Here, the squire never eats till ten o'clock, and the 
boys eat any time they want to. 

Dolly : What this house needs is -a young woman to manage it. 
I reckon as how you're gettin' old. 

Housekeeper : But who would come here, with these big lazy 
boys ? The Squire can't keep 'em in order himself. 

Dolly : There's Miss Nancy Lammeter. She might do somethin' 
with the boys, especially Godfrey. 

Housekeeper: Yes, she could, but I know she won't marry any 
man that's goin' to the bad the way Master Godfrey is — an' a 
shame, too, for he always has been such a good boy. 

Dolly : And that poor boy, Dunstan, he's goin' to the bad, too, 
doing nothin' but racin' and drinkin'. As I tell Ben, it's a pity 
for gentlefolks to be al'ays at the Eainbow. 

Housekeeper: The Squire ought to have driven him away long 
ago — spiteful, jeerin' fellow ! It's him that's leadin' Master God- 
frey to the dogs. [Goes over to the window.] Well, if there ain't 
Master Silas Marner coming up the road ! And he's got that old 
sack on his back. I just wonder what he keeps in it. 



6 THE MISEE OF KAVELOE 

Dolly: I Just come from there, me an' Aaron. As I said, I'd a 

bakin' and I took him some lard cakes — poor lone man as he is, 

with no woman to do for him ! — an' I hope they'll do him good, 

that I do ! 
Housekeeper [in a low tone] : They say as he's sold himself to the 

Evil One. Jem Rodney says sometimes his soul leaves his body 

and he's just like a dead man. 
Dolly: Poor soul! Day after day he sits there weavin,' with 

them queer eyes of his, an' never knowin' Sunday from Saturday. 

It's my belief he don't know what a church bell means. 
Housekeeper: Could it ha' been they had no church north'ard 

where he came from? 
Dolly: I don't know as to that, but when my little Aaron as has 

a voice like an angil was singin' the good tunes and carrils to 

cheer him up a bit, he just sat there same as if he didn't hear a 

thing. 
Housekeeper : They say he has bags and bags o' gold. It's a 

wonder some one don't rob him. 

[Enter Godfrey. Both women rise and curtsy.'] 
Godfrey [ahsently] : Good-morning, 
Housekeeper: Good-mornin', Master Godfrey. [She and Mrs. 

WiNTHROP move toward door.] 
Godfrey: Will you see if you can find Dunstan for me, and ask 

him to come here at once ? I wish to speak to him. 
Housekeeper: Yes, sir, I will, sir. [Women curtsy and leave 

room. Godfrey walks hack and forth across the room, his hands 

behind him, his head bowed.] 
Godfrey [to hirnself] : I wish I were well out of this scrape ; for 

half a crown I'd tell the Squire about it myself and have done 

with it. [Stands by fireplace, with his hands in his pockets.] 

I wonder what the Squire would do — disinherit me, I'll wager. 

He's so excitable and quick-tempered. [Looks dejected, but'\ 

braces up as he hears Dunstan's- step, and froivns.] 

[Enter Dunstan.] 
Dunstan [mockingly] : Well, Master Godfrey, what do you want? 

with me? You're my elders and betters, you know; I was' 

obliged to come when you sent for me. 
Godfrey [savagely] : Well, it's just this : That money I gave you 



THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 7 

to keep you quiet about my marriage was not mine. It was 
rent-money that Fowler paid me for the Squire. Now the Squire 
is threatening to sue Fowler for the money, and you've got to get 
it, d'ye hear? The Squire's short of cash and in no humor to 
stand any nonsense. 

DuNSTAN [coviing closer']: Oh! Suppose, now, you pay the 
money yourself and save me the trouble. Since you were so kind 
as to give it me, you surely won't refuse to pay it back for me. 

Godfrey [clenching fists'] : Don't come near me with that look, 
else I'll knock you down. 

DuNSTAN [still mockingly, hut retreating a few steps to pick up 
GoDFREY^s riding-whip, which he taps on his hand] : Oh, no 
you won't, or I might tell the Squire how his handsome son is 
married to that nice young lady, Molly Farren, and is very 
unhappy because he can't live with his drunken wife. Then you 
would be turned out, and I'd step into your shoes, so. But I 
won't do it, for I'm so good-natured, you know. So you'll just 
pay the hundred pounds to oblige me. 

Godfrey : How can I get the money ? I haven't a shilling to bless 
myself with. 

DuNSTAN : , Borrow of old Kimble, or try that old miser, Silas 
Marner, at the Stone-pits. I'll wager he's got it. 

Godfrey : I can't get any more from Kimble, and as for the 
weaver, Silas Marner, you kno'<v he'd never let a penny escape 
him. 

DuNSTAN : Sell Wildfire, then. 

Godfrey [hitterhj] : It's like you to talk in that cool way about 
my selling the last thing I can call my own, and the best bit of 
horseflesh I ever owned ! Besides, I must have the money 
immediately. 

DuNSTAN : Well, you've only to ride him to the hunt tomorrow. 
Bryce and Keating will be there, and you'll get more than one 
bid for him. 

Godfrey : I dare say, and get back home at eight o'clock, splashed 
up to the chin. I'm going to Mrs. Osgood's birthday dance 
tomorrow night. 

DuNSTAN : Oho ! To the dance — ay ! and dance with fair Miss 
Nancy, and promise never to be naughty again, and be taken into 
favor again, and Miss Nancy 



8 THE MISER OF EAVELOE 

Godfrey : Hold your tongue about Miss Nancy, you fool, else I'll 
throttle you ! 

DuNSTAN : What for ? Miss ISTancy wouldn't mind being a second, 
if she didn't know it. And it 'ud be saving time in case Molly 
should take an overdose of laudanum some night and leave you 
a widower. Besides, you've a good-natured brother who'll keep 
your secret, for you'll be so obliging to him. 

Godfrey : If you had any sense, you'd know that you may urge a 
man too far. My patience is nearly at an end. You drain me 
of money till I've nothing left to pacify Iter with, and she'll tell 
some day, as she threatens. It's all one. I'll tell the Squire 
myself and you can go to the 

DuNSTAN : As you please, but I'll have a glass of ale first. [He 
rings hell. Sits down at the table and strikes it with, the tvhip.l 
You'd better let me sell Wildfire, though. [Enter Housekeeper 
with ale mug. She places it on table and disappears.^ You 
know I can drive a bargain. 

Godfrey : Very likely ! Trust my horse to you ! 

DuNSTAN : As you please. It's you who've got to pay Fowler's 
money, not me. [Drinks deliberately and with elaborate care- 
lessness.^ 

Godfrey: Well, you mean no nonsense about the horse, eh? 
You'll sell him fair and square, and turn the money over to me? 

DuNSTAN : Ay, ay ; I thought you'd come around ! I'm the fellow 
to make old Bryce pay. I'll get you a hundred and twenty for 
the horse if I get a penny. 

Godfrey : Perhaps it will rain tomorrow and you can't go. 

DuNSTAN [rising^ : Ah, no, not it! I'm always lucky in my 
weather. You have the looks, but I have the luck. 

Godfrey: Well, see that you are sober, else you'll get pitched on 
your head tomorrow and Wildfire might be the worse for it. 

DuNSTAN : Make your tender heart easy. You never knew me to 
see double when I've got a bargain to make ; it 'ud spoil the fun. 
Besides, whenever I fall, I'm warranted to fall on my feet. [Exit, 
taking Godfrey's whip with him:'\ 

Godfrey : I don't know but I am a fool to let Dunstan sell that 
horse. I might, after all, borrow of Silas Marner. But that is 
doubtful. All day he weaves his cloth and at night counts his 
money over and over, and never a sixpence slips through his 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 9 

fingers. . . . Suppose I were to tell the Squire everything. 

I couldn't be much worse off than I am now, and I'd at least 

have Dunsey off my back. I'll do it ! 

[Enter Squire Cass.] 
Squire : What, sir, haven't you had your breakfast yet ? 
Godfrey: I was waiting to speak with you, sir. I've had my 

breakfast. 
Squire: Well, speak. You youngsters' business is your own 

pleasure, mostly. [Sits down at table. Enter Housekeeper, 

bringing ale; arranges table; exit.'] 

Godfrey: Dunstan was just 

Squire : Has Dunstan been here ? I thought I told him to keep 

away. 
Godfrey: It wasn't my place to tell him to keep away, sir. We 

were talking 

Squire : What business have you with Dunsey ? 

Godfrey : The truth is, sir, I'm very sorry, but Fowler paid me 

that hundred pounds; and Dunsey bothered me for the money, 

and I let him have it. I thought I should be able to pay it before 

this. 
Squire [turning fiercely upon Godfrey and pounding table with 

his fist] : You let Dunsey have that money ! And how long 

have you been so thick with Dunsey that you must collogue with 

him to steal my money? Are you turning out a scamp, too? I 

tell you I won't have it ! I'll turn the whole pack of you out of 

the house and marry again. My property's got no entail on it. 

Remember that, sir ! 
Godfrey: I meant to pay you the money, sir. I never meant to 

steal it. You never knew me to do a dishonest trick, sir. 
Squire: Where's Dunsey, then? Go fetch him, and I'll make 

him give an account of what he wanted the money for. 
Godfrey: Dunsey has gone to sell Wildfire, so I can have the 

money to pay you. 
Squire : §ell Wildfire ! You let Dunstan take your horse ? I 

tell you what it is, you've been up to some trick, and took the 

money to bribe Dunstan not to tell. 
Godfrey: Why, sir [hesitating], it was a little affair between 



10 THE MISER OF RAVELOE 

Dunsey and me. It's no matter to anyone else. It's hardly 

worth while prying into young men's fooleries. 
Squire: Fooleries! It's time you'd ha' done with fooleries and 

settled down. [Takes glass and drinTcs.] As I said, settle 

down ! You're old enough to think about getting married. Now 

there's Lammeter's daughter. I suppose if I'd said you nay, 

you'd have kept on with her, but for want of contradiction you've 

changed your mind, eh? 
Godfrey: No-o, I like Nancy. 
Squire : You're a shilly-shally fellow ! You take after your poor 

mother. The lass has not said downright she won't have you, 

has she ? 
Godfrey : No, but I don't think she will. 
Squire : Think ! why don't you know ? Haven't you asked her ? 

Do you want her? — that's the point. 
Godfrey : There's no other woman I want to marry. 
Squire: Well, if you haven't the pluck to ask her, I'll ask for 

you. Lammeter won't object to his daughter marrying into my 

family, I fancy. 
Godfrey : I'd rather let it be, sir, at present. She is a little^ 

offended with me now, and I should like to speak for myself. 
Squire: Well, speak, then, and manage it, and see if you can't 

turn over a new leaf. 
Godfrey: I hope you won't try to hurry the matter by saying 

anything, sir. 
Squire: I shall do as I choose. I'm master here. Now [rising'], 

I want you to drive over to Cox's and tell him to leave off suing 

Fowler. Since you've no horse of your own, go order Trumpeter. 

There's your whip. 
Godfrey [picking up whip and looking at it] : This isn't my 

whip. It's Dunsey's. He must have taken mine. 
Squire : Ah, I suppose, now, if Dunsey wanted your head he could 

have it. You'd never miss it. Come, don't stand there. [Exit. 
Godfrey : So much is over. ' [Exit. 

CURTAIN 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 11 



ACT II 



[Time : Evening of the following dayJ] 

SCENE: Silas Marnek's cottage, in which are disclosed a loom, 
two or more chairs, and a table on which are hags of money and 
a piece of meat for cooking. Silas seated at table counting his 
money. He turns it over and over, holds it to the light, weighs 
the separate pieces in his hands, puts it in a heap and seems to 
bathe his hands in it; fondles it. 

Silas [reluctantly putting money into bags'] : Two hundred and 
seventy-two pounds, twelve and sixpence. . . . Two hundred 
and seventy-two pounds, twelve and sixpence. [^Carries bags of 
gold to the loom and hides them beneath it. Begins to weave, 
breaks thread and mutters as he holds thread in hands.] No 
more in the house ! [Goes to fire and puts meat on jack to cook. 
Takes up his hat and bag for thread.] I'll go get more thread, 
[Goes to door; comes back into room, looks all about, then goes 
out.] 

[Pause. Loud knocking on door. Pause. Knock repeated. The 
door is rudely pushed open and Dunstan stumbles in. He 
stands at the door an instant, shading his eyes and blinking at 
the firelight. Then he ■com'es to the middle of the room, look- 
ing all about him.] 
DuNSTAN : Ah, the old miser is not at home, it seems. Brr [gut- 
teral sound] ! it's cold and stormy out of doors! [Goes to fire- 
place, holds hands over blaze; rubs hands. Pulls chair up to fire 
and sits down. Spies the meat.] Aha ! The old man is not 
such a fool as people think he is. He has pork for his supper. 
Folks have always said he lived on mouldy bread, to save. 
[Musingly:] They say he has money. [Pause.] I've had a 
cursed piece of luck today : took one fence too many and staked 
Wildfire — poor Wildfire has panted his last. Now, back to God- 
frey without money. Well . . . [He turns to the fire again, 
then looks about the room uneasily.] They say this old miser 
of a weaver has money. WTiere can he be? If I could get my 
hands on him, I'd have his money or throttle him. I wonder 



12 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 

where he can be . . . late at night . . . door left open 
, . . supper cooking. . . . Could he have fallen into the 
Stone-pits? I wonder where he hides his gold. [Goes about the 
room, looking in every corner, in every possible place but the 
right one. Finally, gives up and drops into chair near loom.^ 
Such luck ! Well [rising'\, I'll set out before Marner comes back. 
[As he rises he drops his riding-whip and stooping to pick it up, 
discovers the hiding-place.] A loose brick! The hiding-place 
of the money ! My luck has changed at last. [Removes brick 
and takes out bags, weighing them in his hands.] There must 
be more than two hundred pounds here. Suppose the old miser 
has fallen into the Stone-pits ! Who would ever know ? I'll 
have enough to pay Godfrey and enough for myself. Now, for 
my escape ! [He carefully restores brick, and leaving everything 
as he found it, steals from room.] 

[Enter Silas, sack on his back. Throws down sack, takes off 
coat, goes to fire and sees to meat.] 

Silas [muttering] : A bad night ... a bad night ! I'll put 
my gold on the table, then I'll have supper. [Goes to loom, 
takes up brick, and discovers loss. At first seems dazed, then 
alarmed. Finally he screams.] My gold! My gold! I've been 
robbed! No, that couldn't o' been. Maybe I put it over here. 
[Runs frantically over the room, searching everywhere.] I've 
been robbed. [He goes to the door.] Help, I've been robbed! 
[Staggers back into room.] Will no one come to help me! 
[Falls into chair and buries his face in his hands.] 
[Enters crowd from Rainbow Inn, in confusion, carrying mugs.] 

All [together] : What's the matter? Wlio called? 

Mr. Snell : Speak, Master Marner, an' tell us what's the matter. 

Silas : Eobbed ! I've been robbed ! I want the constable, and 
Squire Cass, and Mr. Crackenthorp 

Mr. Macey : Lay hold on him, Jem Eodney. He's off his head, I 
doubt. 

Jem Rodney [starting toicard Silas-, but^ alarmed at his threat- 
ening look, hacking away] : Lay hold on him yourself. 

Silas [advancing toivard Jem] : Jem Eodney ! 

Jem Eodney : Ay, Master Marner, what do you want wi' me ? 

Silas : If it was you stole my money, give it me back. 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 13 

Jem Rodney : Me stole your money ! I'll pitch this can at your 
eye if you talk o' my stealin* your money ! 

Mr. Snell: Come, come, Master Marner, speak up sensible, if 
you want any help. 

The Farrier: To be sure, to be sure. Let's have no more 
screamin' or starin', else we'll have you strapped for a mad man. 
That's why I didn't speak at first. Thinks I, the man's mad. 

Mr. Macey : Now sit down, sit down, and speak out. You've 
been robbed, you say ? 

Jem Eodney : He'd better not say again as it was me robbed him. 
What could I ha' done with his money ? 

Mr. Snell: Hold your tongue, Jem, and let's hear what he's got 
to say. Now then. Master Marner. 

Silas: All I know is I've been robbed. Won't some one get the 
thief? 

Mr. Snell : It isn't Jem who has your money, Marner. You 
musn't be a-casting your eye at poor Jem. There may be a bit 
of reckoning against Jem for the matter of a hare or so, if any- 
body was bound to keep their eyes staring open, and niver wink — 
but Jem's been a-sitting here, like the decentest man i' the 
parish, since before you left your house. Master Marner, by your 
own account. 

Mr. Macey : Ay, ay, let's have no accusing of the innicent. That 
isn't the law. 

Silas : I was wrong . . .' Yes, yes ... I ought to have 
thought ... I don't accuse him ... I won't accuse 
anybody . . . only I wonder ... I wonder where my 
gold can be. 

Butcher : How much money was there. Master Marner ? 

Silas:' Two hundred and seventy-two pounds, twelve and six- 
pence. I counted it this evening. 

Butcher : Pooh ! They'd be none so heavy to carry. Some 
tramp's been in, that's all. 

Mr. Tookey : There was a peddler in the village 

Mr. Macey : You keep quiet, Tookey ! What's the peddler to do 
with it? 

Mr. Snell: Come, come. Master Marner wants to find the thief. 
It's my 'pinion as two o' the sensiblest should go to Master 
Kench's and get him to 'point a deppity 



14 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 

The Farrier: I'll go, an' if anybody's got any fault to find with 
that, I'll thank him to stand up and say it out like a man. 

Butcher: You can't be a constable. No doctor can be a con- 
stable. 

Mr. Macey : And you're a doctor, I reckon, though you're only a 
cow-doctor, for a fly's a fly, though it may be a boss fly. 

Mr. Snell : Come, come, the truth lies between you. You're both 
right and both wrong. Now I propose we all go, and Master 
Marner can go, too. Come, Master Marner. 

[Exeunt. 

curtain 



ACT III 

[Time: Night of New Years Festival.'] 

SCENE : Parlor of Squire Cass's house. Curtain rises on Mrs. 
Kimble, surrounded hy her brother's guests — Mrs. Cracken- 
THORP, Miss Ladbrook, Mrs, Osgood and the Miss Gunns, 
the latter patting their rihhons in place and smoothing their hair, 
assisted by Mrs. Kimble, while Mrs. Crackenthorp looks 
severely on. 

Mrs. Kimble [addressing the Miss Gunns] : Where do you get 
your ribbons? You always wear the latest fashions in dresses. 
Eeally, I quite envy you. 

First Miss Gunn : Oh ! do you like them ? I'm so glad. We do 
seem rather fortunate, but sister is such a genius. She has such 
taste. 

Second Miss Gunn : Sister ! — Ladies, don't mind her, she is such 
a flatterer ! 

Mrs. Kimble: My dear Mrs. Osgood, do let me pat that ribbon 
into place. [Mrs. Osgood surprised, hut allows her to do so.] 
It was annoying me so. There [turning to the Miss Gunns], 
isn't that better? [Chorus of "So pretty," and "Oh! Yes."] 

Mrs. Crackenthorp : Such worldliness ! 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 15 

[Enter Nancy^ drops curtsy and advances toward Mrs. Kimble, 
who runs to welcome her. They exchange greetings.] 
Mrs. Osgood: How do you do, niece? I am very glad you came 

early. Let me present the Miss Gunns. [Nancy and the Miss 

GuNNS curtsy.] 
Mrs. Kimble: Did you have a pleasant ride? I was so afraid 

you would be fatigued for the dance, coming on horseback as you 

did. Where is Priscilla? I haven't seen her yet. 
Nancy: Priscilla is coming behind, and ought to be here any 

minute. She sent me ahead with father, while she attended to 

some things at home. 

[Enter Priscilla breathlessly.] 

Priscilla: How do you do, Mrs. Kimble, and there's the Miss 
Gunns and Aunt Osgood, I do declare ! How are you all ? And 
there you are, Nancy. Yes, I've got here at last. What do you 
think of these gowns, aunt ? They're Nancy's choice and nothin' 
will do her but we dress alike, for all my bein' five years older. 
I don't fancy I look pretty in 'em like Nancy, for I'm ugly, but 
I don't mind, do you? [This last spoken to the Miss Gunns, 
who looh offended.] 

First Miss Gunn [aside to her sister] : Isn't she rude ? 

Second Miss Gunn [aside] : How very hoydenish ! 

Miss Ladbrook : Dear me, dear me, she makes my nerves quite — 
Where is my smelling bottle? - 

Nancy [aside] : Oh ! Priscilla ! 

Priscilla : Well, what's the matter now ? 

Nancy : You asked the Miss Gunns if they minded being ugly. 
You're so blunt. 

Priscilla : La, la ! did I ? Well, it's a mercy I didn't say more. 

Mrs. Osgood [aside to Mrs. Kimble] : I do wish niece Priscilla 
were more like Nancy [sighing] . 

Priscilla : No, I don't mind being ugly. The pretty 'uns will do 
for flycatchers. They'll keep the men off us. I've no opinion 
of the men. [Nancy is arranging Priscilla^s hair.] 

First Miss Gunn : What do you think of these people ? 

Second Miss Gunn : Oh, Miss Nancy is pretty in a way 

Miss Ladbrook : Mr. Godfrey thinks so, too, they say. [Simper- 
ing:] He is such a lovely man — so romantic ! 



16 THE MISEE OF KAVELOE 

First Miss Gunn : I don't see what he sees in her. 

Second Miss Gunn : And that terrible sister ! Such a family ! 

Miss Ladbrook: It's nearly time for the gentlemen to be coming. 

Eeally, I'm very nervous. [To Priscilla:] Won't you give me 

that fan, dear? [Priscilla throws it at her. All look shoc1ced.'\ 
Nancy : Oh, Priscilla ! 

Mrs. Osgood: Yes, I think they are coming. Are you all ready? 
Miss Ladbrook : Dear me, dear me, do 1 look ready ? I shall be 

so glad to see Mr. Godfrey — so romantic ! 
First Miss Gunn : Hold your head a little higher, sister. 
Priscilla : Well, I guess I'm ready ! There's nothing wanting 

now to frighten the crows. 
Second Miss Gunn [aside] : Such manners ! 
Mrs. Kimble : Yes, you all look beautiful. 
Mrs. Crackenthorp : Young people, nowadays, think entirely 

too much of dress, and some older people encourage 'em in it. 

[Enter Squire Cass.] 

Squire: Good-evening, ladies. [Bows.] I hope I see you all in 

good spirits. [Ladies curtsy.] 
First Miss Gunn : We always are. Squire, when we have such 

gallants as you with us. 
Squire : Ah ! you flatter me. 

[Enter Godfrey.] 

Squire: There you are, Master Godfrey. I thought you'd be 
making your way in soon. Eh! ladies? [Winks and laughs. 
Godfrey makes his way to Nancy after bowing to all the ladies.] 

[Enter Dr. Kimble, Mr. Lammeter, and Mr. Crackenthorp.] 

Dr. Kimble: Ah, Squire, glad to see you. You're looking 
younger than Godfrey there, and well you might with all these 
fair ladies about you. [Bows to the ladies.] 

Mr. Crackenthorp : Ay, an' there's Godfrey. I knew you would 
have found Miss Nancy by this time. [Nancy looks embarrassed. 
Mr. Crackenthorp touches her cheekj] Ha ! Miss Nancy, when 
anybody pretends this has been a severe winter, I shall tell them 
I saw the roses blooming on New Year's Eve. 

Squire [offering snuff-box to gentlemen] : Ay, ay, us old fellows 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 17 

may wish ourselves young to-night, when we see the mistletoe- 
bough in the white parlor. 

[Dr. Kimble^ who lias been going from one lady to another, ex- 
changing a few words while the others are talking, now stops 
near Priscilla.] 

Dr. Kimble : Miss Priscilla, the sight of you revives the taste of 

your super-excellent pork-pies. I hope the last batch isn't near 

an end. 
Priscilla: Yes, indeed it is. Doctor, but I'll answer for it the 

next shall be as good. My pork-pies don't turn out well by 

chance. 
Squire : Not as your doctoring does, eh Kimble ? [Laughs and 

passes snuff-box around again.] 
Dr. Kimble [going over to Nancy] : Ha ! Miss Nancy, don't for- 
get you have promised me one dance this evening. 
Squire : Come, come, Kimble, give the young 'uns a chance. 

There's my son Godfrey, he's bespoke her for the first dance. 

[To Godfrey:] Haven't you? 

[Miss Ladbrook has managed to engage Godfrey in conversa- 
tion.} 
Godfrey : No, I've not asked her yet, but I hope she'll consent — 

if somebody hasn't been before me. 
Nancy : No, I've not engaged myself. 

Godfrey : Then I hope you have no objections to dancing with me. 
Nancy [coldly] : No, no objections. 
Dr. Kimble [to Godfrey] : You're a lucky fellow, but as you're 

my god-son, I won't stand in your way. 

[Enter Ben and Dolly Winthrop, dragging Aaron by the 
hand. Aaron is bashful and has finger in his mouth.] 

Squire : Ah, Aaron, I thought you would be coming round to see 

the dancing. 
Dolly : Ay, ay, sir, my little Aaron and me did get here. [To 

Aaron:] Come Aaron, speak to the Squire. [Aaron retreats 

behind his father.] 
Ben : He's so bashful, but he's going to speak up pretty and sing 

for the ladies and gentlemen soon. [Ladies come nearer.] 
Second Miss Gunn : Bless his little heart ! Isn't he sweet ? 
Mrs. Osgood : Do let us hear the song. 



18 THE MISER OF EAVELOE 

[Mrs. Kimble goes to Aaron and tries to coax him to center of 
room. Aaron hreaks away and runs to his mother, hiding his 
head.] 

Ben [taking child hy the hand and slowly drawing him to center 
of stage] : Come, come, Aaron, be a man an' sing the pretty 
song for the ladies and gentlemen. There now, that's it. Now 
the song. That's very naughty. Be a good boy and sing, 

Nancy: Perhaps if some one would sing first, Aaron would not 
mind so much. 

Squire : Sure enough. Miss Gunn, won't you favor us ? 

First Miss Gunn : Oh, I couldn't, really. Perhaps sister 

Second Miss Gunn : Now, sister, how can you, when you know 
my voice is dreadful, now ! 

Godfrey [tvho has been vainly trying to escape Miss Ladbrook's 
attentions] : I'm sure Miss Ladbrook will favor us. 

Miss Ladbrook [dropping her handkerchief in a flutter of excite- 
ment] : Would it give you pleasure ? Ah, if I only could ! My 
handkerchief, please. [Godfrey picks it up.] 

Squire: Then all together — a good rousing old English song. 
Kimble, you lead. 

[Here may he sung an old English ballad such as "Sir Simon 
de Montfort" or "Good King Wenceslas."*] 

Nancy [who has been whispering to Aaron during singing] : 
Aaron says he'll sing now. [She leads child to center of stage, 
and retires to rear, where she takes her seat. After many false 
starts Aaron sings.] 

Aaron [sings "with a chirp, and in melody that has the rhythm of 
an industrious hammer"] : 

God rest you, merry gentlemen, 
Let nothing you dismay : 
For Jesus Christ, our Savior, 
Was born on Christmas Day. 

[After song he runs to his mother and hides his face in her lap. 
The sound of a violin is heard.] ^ 

Squire: Why, there's Solomon now, with his fiddle. Ben, you 



*FouND in back of book. 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 19 

and the lad sit over there where you can see everything. [Ben 
and Aaron retire to corner. Squire steps nearer door and calls :] 
Solomon, round here, my man. 

[Enter Solomon, who boivs in all directions, then faces Squire.] 

Solomon : I hope I see your honor well and wish you a long life 
and a Happy New Year, 

Squire: Thank ye, Solomon. [Faces guests.] Now, let's have 
a good old Sir Roger de Coverley. Everybody get their partners. 
Mrs. Osgood, will you do me the honor? [Gives her his arm and 
places her opposite him in the set.] Kimble, you follow with 
Miss Lammeter. Now, Godfrey, you and Nancy. Crackenthorp, 
Mrs. Kimble, Mr. Lammeter, Miss Gunn, everybody ! [Guests 
arrange themselves for dance.] 

Squire: Now, Solomon, let's have "The Flaxen-Headed Plough 
Boy," Play it lively, now, like this [keeps time with hands and 
moves head], tum-tum-tum, ti-tum-ti, ti-tum-tum. Now, every- 
body ready. [Solomon makes preliminary scrapes on fiddle.] 

[Enter Silas Marner^ carrying child. Squire sees him.] 

Squire: How's this? What's this? What do you mean by com- 
ing here in this way ? 

Silas : I've come for the doctor ! I want the doctor ! [Confusion 
among guests. Dancers gather in groups.] 

Crackenthorp: What's the matter, Marner? 

Silas : It's a woman. She's dead, I think . . . dead in the 
snow at the Stone-pits . . . not far from my door. 
[Godfrey comes nearer and looks at child.] 

Mr. Crackenthorp: Hush, I'll fetch the doctor, [To Squire:] 
Found a woman in the snow, thinks she's dead. Just tell the 
ladies a woman is ill from cold and hunger, [To Kimble:] 
Come, Kimble. 
[Several ladies crowd around Silas,] 

Nancy : What child is it, Godfrey ? 

Godfrey [faintly] : I don't know , . . some poor woman's 
who has been found in the snow, I believe. [Walks a little for- 
ward. Mutters to himself:] Molly's child and mine. That 
must have been Molly they found out there. My child, and I 
can't own it ! 



20 THE MISEE OF RAVELOE 

Mrs. Kimble : You'd better leave the child here, Master Mamer, 

as long as you're all by yourself. 
Silas: No, I can't part with it. I'm going to keep it for my 

own. It's been sent to me and I've a right to it, and keep it I 

shall. 
Mrs. Osgood: But you know nothing of the care of children. 

What will you do with it ? 
Silas : It's my little sister come back to me, and it's mine [clutch- 
ing it closer]. 'Twas sent to me for my gold. It's got no one to 

see to it, so I'll do it myself. 
Mr. Lammeter: Here's Dolly Winthrop. She's handy at that 

sort of thing. She'll help you. 
Ben : Ay, that she will, gladly. We men folks can see to the 

woman. 
Dr. Kimble : Come, Master Marner, we'll go with you now. Lead 

the way and we'll follow. [Exeunt. 

[The ladies all cluster around Dolly, who tahes the child from 
Silas.] 

CURTAIN 



ACT IV 

[Time: Sixteen years later.] 

SCENE : Silas Marner's cottage. Bags of gold on table. En- 
ter Eppie, Silas and Aaron^ and seat themselves near table. 

Aaron : There can be no doubt now that it was Mr. Dunstan as 
took your money. When the Stone-pits suddenly went dry there 
was a skeleton wedged between two great rocks. There was his 
watch and Mr. Godfrey's whip and the money. 

Silas : He must ha' fallen in that night. I remember it was ter- 
rible black and stormy. Sixteen years ! 

Eppie : Well, daddy, the gold's back how. v 

Aaron: I'd always heard that Mr. Dunsey went off to the wars. 
Think of his stealing all that money and lying out there in the 
. Stone-pits all these years ! 






THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 21 

Eppie [shuddering] : Oh ! 

Silas : Ay, child, it's terrible. 

Eppie : Daddy, did you love your gold ? 

Silas: Ay, child, ay. Every night before supper I'd take it out 
and count it and talk to it. I remember the night it was stolen, 
and I missed it, Eppie. I'll tell you, I missed it ! But you've 
more than made up for it, my dear. After you came I never had 
any time to think about my gold. At first I'd a sort of a feeling 
that you'd changed into gold. 

Aaron : An' well you might, too. — I was just a little lad, but I 
remember her little golden head on your arm, when you brought 
her to the Eed House. There's been a deal of change there since 
then — the old Squire dead and Mr. Godfrey married to Miss 
Nancy Lammeter these fifteen years ! 

Silas : Sometimes, turn my head which way I would, I seemed 
to see my gold. And sometimes I thought I'd be glad if it would 
come back. But that didn't last long. After a bit I should 
have thought it was a curse coming in, if it drove you from me. 

Aaron : Ay, she's better nor gold ! 

Silas : You didn't know then, Eppie, when you were such a little 
'un, you didn't know what your old father Silas felt for you. 

Eppie : But I know now, father. If it hadn't been for you, they 
would have sent me to the workhouse, and there would have been 
nobody to love me. 

Silas : Eh ! my precious, if you hadn't come, I should ha' gone 
to the grave. The money was taken away from me and you were 
sent to take its place. And if you were lost, I might well think 
God had forsaken me. 

[Knock. Eppie goes to door. Enter Godfrey and Nancy. 
Eppie makes curtsy and places chairs for them.] 

Nancy [shaking hands with Eppie] : We're disturbing you very 
late, my dear. [Eppie goes over and sits down hy Silas.] 

Godfrey [after a pause] : Marner, it's a comfort to me to see 
you again with money that you have been deprived of for so 
many years. It was one of my family who did you wrong, — the 
more grief to me. And [slowly] there are other things I am 
beholden to you for, Marner, 

Silas [appearing ill at ease] : Sir, I've a deal to thank you for 



22 THE MISER OF KAVELOE 

a'ready. As for the robbery, I count it no loss to me. And if I 
did, you couldn't help it. You aren't answerable for it. 

Godfrey: You may look at it that way, but I don't, and I want 
you to let me have my will. You've been a hard-working man 
all your life. 

Silas : Yes, sir, yes. I should ha' been bad off without my work. 

Godfrey : Ay, it is a good trade for you in this country, because 
there's been a good deal of linen weaving to be done. But 
you're getting old. How old are you ? 

Silas : Fifty-five, as near as I can say, sir. 

Godfrey : Oh, you may live thirty years yet. Look at old Macey. 
Now, that money on the table. It won't go far, and you've had 
two to support a good many years now. 

Silas: Eh, sir, I'm in no fear of want, and few working people 
have as much as that. I've a plenty — almost too much. It's 
little we want. 

Eppie : Only the garden, father. 

Nancy: You love a garden, do yoU;, my dear? We should agree 
in that. I give a great deal of time to the garden. 

Godfrey: Ay, there's plenty of gardening at the Eed House. 
You've done a good part by Eppie, Marner, for sixteen years. It 
'ud be a great comfort to you to see her well provided for, 
wouldn't it? She looks blooming and healthy, but not good for 
any hardships. She doesn't look like a strapping girl, come of 
working parents. You'd like to see her taken care of by those 
who can leave her well off and make a lady of her. She's more 
fit for it than for a rough life such as she might come to have in a 
few years' time. 

Silas : I don't take your meaning, sir ! 

Godfrey: Well, my meaning is this, Marner: Mrs. Cass and I, 
you know, have no children — nobody to benefit by our good 
home and everything else we have — more than enough for our- 
selves. And we should like to have some one in the place of a 
daughter to us. We should like to have Eppie, and treat her in 
every way as our own child. 

Nancy: It would be a great comfort tp you in your old age, I 
know, to see her fortune made, after you have been at the trouble 
of bringing her up so well, and it's right you should have every 
reward for that. Eppie will always love you and be grateful to 



THE MISER OF EAVELOE 23 

you. She'd come and see you very often, and we should all do 

everything we could towards making you comfortable. 
Aaron : Eppie ! 
Silas: Speak, Eppie. 

[Eppie moves around to Silas and places her arms around his 
neck.l 
Eppie: Thank you, ma'am. Thank you, sir. But I can't leave 

my father nor own anybody nearer than him. And I don't want 

to be a lady. I thank you all the same. But I couldn't give up 

the poor folks I'm used to. 
Godfrey: But I have a claim on you, Eppie, my child, the 

strongest of all claims. It is my duty, Marner, to own Eppie 

as my child and provide for her. She is my own child. Her 

mother was my wife. I have a natural claim on her that must 

stand before any other, 
Silas : Then, sir, why didn't you say so sixteen years ago and 

claim her before I'd come to love her, i'stead o' coming when you 

might as well take my heart from my body? 
Godfrey : I know that I was wrong, Marner, but I've repented 

now. 
Silas : I am glad to hear you say it, sir, but repentance doesn't 

alter what's been going on for sixteen years. Your coming now 

and saying, "I'm her father," doesn't alter the feelings inside us. 
Godfrey : But I think you might look at the thing more reason- 
ably, Marner. I should . ' . . I should have thought your 

affection for Eppie would have made you rejoice in what was for 

her good. 
Silas : We will let the child choose between us. I'll say no more. 

Let Eppie choose for herself. [Looking at Eppie:] Choose as 

you will, my child. 
Godfrey : Eppie, my dear, it'll always be our wish that you 

should show your loving gratitude to one who has been a father 

to you so many years. 
Nancy : But we hope you will come to love us as well. 
Godfrey : And though I haven't been the father I should have 

been, I'll do my utmost to make you happy, and you will have 

the best of mothers in my wife. 
Nancy: My dear, j^ou'll be a treasure to me, and we shall want 

for nothing when we have our daughter. 



24 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 

Eppie : Thank you, ma'am, thank you, sir, for your offers. They 
are very great, but they are far above my wish. 

Silas: But you must make sure, Eppie, as you won't ever be 
sorry because you have made your choice to stay among poor 
folks. 

Eppie : I can never be sorry, father. I shouldn't know what to do 
with fine folks and fine things. What could I care for them ? 

Nancy: What you say is natural, my dear child. It's natural 
you should care for those who brought you up, but there's a duty 
you owe to your lawful father. 

Eppie: I can't feel as I've got but one father. I can't think of 
any other home. I like working folks, and I'm promised to 
marry a working-man as will live with father and help me to 
take care of him, [Crosses to Aaron and takes his hand.'] 

Godfrey [rising'] : Come, Nancy. 

Nancy : We won't talk of this any longer. We're your well wish- 
ers, my dear, and yours, too, Mr. Marner. We shall come and see 
you again. [Exit Godfrey and Nancy. 

Aaron : Are you sure, Eppie ? 

Eppie: Sure, Aaron. [With one hand still in that of Aaron, 
she holds out the other to Silas.] Dear old Daddy! 
[Tableau.'] 

CURTAIN 



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FOK COMMENCEMENT 

Salutatories; For Grammar School, High School and College 
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Class History 
Class Poem 
Two Class Prophecies 
Class Will 



The Oration 



Three Class Sougs 
A President's .Address 
A Farewell Address 
Address to Graduates 

ON ORATORY 

The Oiator 
Selected Subjects (one hundred) 

FOK SPE,CIAL DAYS 

The Union Soldier 
The Soldier Boy 



Class Mottoes (over fifty) 
Class Yell 

How to Make Commence- 
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Parts of an Oration 



Our National Holidays 
Abraham L,incoln 
Birthday of Washington 

ESSAYS. ORATIONS AND ADD 

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America a World Power 

Americanism 

America's Coming Great- 
ness 

Books 

Education 

Expansion 

Immortality ofGood Deeds 

I^abor and Capital 

Material Wealth of Uncle 
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Men : Made, Self Made and 
Unmade 

Mental Wealth of Uncle 

Modern Fiction [-^am 

MoralWealth of UncleSam 

Municipal Reform 

New Era in Higher Edu- 
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New Opportunities in a 
New Age 

Our Couutrv 



A Tribute to Our Honored 

Dead 
Independence Day 

RE,SSES 

a few: 

Power and Aim 
Progress of Humanity 
Pursuit of Happiness, The 
Success in Life 
True Greatness 
True Socialism, The 
UncleSam: His Character 
Uses of Education for Busi- 
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Value of Reputation 
Wealth. Etc., Etc. ' 



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